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They're right, all of that 'effing and blindin' is good for no-one. St Johns Park, New Town. March 2011.

Sunday already. You know what that means...?

Sunday Top Five!

Without further ado, Mein Favorit Fünf deutsche Wörter so viel besser als ihr Gegenstück Englisch sind!


  • Doppelgänger


  • Gemeinschaft or Gesellschaft


  • Götterdämmerung


  • Weltanschauung


  • Vergangenheitsbewältigung!



I shall give a reward for those who can successfully incorporate all of these words into a convincing sentence...

Comments

Carola said…
O.K. this task is for me, and should be possible with my mother language.

Zu deinen fünf Wörtern, die viel besser als ihr englisches Gegenstück sind, habe ich mal einen Satz probiert. Vielleicht ein bisschen kompliziert alles in einen Satz zu packen.

I try to put all words in one sentence. Maybe a bit complicated, all in ONE sentence.

Doppelgänger gibt es in jeder Gemeinschaft und jeder Gesellschaft, wir sprechen da nicht von Weltanschauung,aber für die Vergangenheitsbewältigung ist es wichtig, sich dessen bewusst zu sein.
Kris McCracken said…
I think that this achieves the task!

Well done, I especially like how you've fitted in Vergangenheitsbewältigung.

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